This was created word for word, so it may be a little choppy or confusing.
Just flowing...you know....

A walk in the beach
As the sand intertwines between my feet
My thoughts drive me
Up the walls of life and beauty
What do they mean to me?
Why do they have me in captivity?
How do they keep me
Making promises I tend not to keep?
Swearing never to return
To the land of love while its empty?
When I look around me
And try to let my mind
Comprehend what it is that makes me
Fail to understand the creativity
Of the earth.
Why, when all i've known since birth
Is this earth???
Why? I cry
And with my best I try
To keep my head up high
Because the pressure from the sky
Is pushing down on me, gently
Making me fall to my knees
Making me accept my reality
The earth is my enemy
Yet, it does something to me
That keeps me intrigued
Kinda like a "splackavellie".
My lover beckons me forth
Into this world of so much remorse
Guilt and empty pleasures
Which are forgotten the day forth.
I put a blessing on this land
And all the things I don't even understand
to at least try
To keep my peace within my own hands.
Yet the sand...
The sand has me under captivity.
The granule of patience and time
Yet so small, so forgettable.
This love of mines
I realize that only the small can make
something what it is
as it exists
every one of us has a weakness.
"Time,
Like soup in a cup,
To precious to waste"
While written in depression
it slaps me in the face
I realize this is the case
Of the world today.
I could go on and on but I have nothing left to say...